Paniklami
By Dogbane
PANIKLAMI by Dogbane I trodded forth down broken trails laden fat with fates own twisted snarles of broken dream and razor shards of shredded hope now cast aside in jumbled heap. To move ahead now such a trial, to lift a foot and put it forth, an inch a mile, it matters not, the strength is gone, the will is dead. My grand Design all ripped apart and crumpled up has come to not. I stand aghast in horror's grip with tingling spine and sweating brow, knowing not the why or how, I came to be this pallored, ghostly, trembling Me. Slipping off I fall aside into the thorny bush of truth, grappling vines about my throat, choking out the last weak breath of hope. Vain, the struggle evermore to free my wretched, mortal coil from out the brazen web of time, for life's own reason has no rhyme. . . by DogbaneWritten during a deep depression. Written June 10th, 1995 © on Feb 10 2002 01:25 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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